I recently spent a long weekend in Wellington; the world’s southernmost capital city and one of my favourite happy-places.
Wellington is a small city, full of art and culture and great places to eat and drink coffee. Bounded by the sea and the hills, it works on a human scale. Everywhere is walkable, even in one of the howling gales for which Wellington is famous.
I arrived in the midst of such a storm. Throughout the flight from Auckland the captain warned that we might be in for a “bit of jostling” as our plane approached Wellington airport. He wasn’t joking.
Although the wind dropped a little over the weekend, it remained a grey and windy time — perfect for black & white photography.
The title of this post comes from the Alistair Te Ariki Campbell’s poem ‘Blue Rain.’ An extract, below, is included in the Wellington Writers’ Walk — a series of “typographical sculptures” placed around the city. It occurs to me that the phase “cube of sunlight” might also be applied to photography.
— Alistair Te Ariki Campbell. From ‘Blue Rain’ in The Dark Lord of Savaiki: Collected Poems, Hazard Press, 2003